Now on to our story!
As Mangohead lay awake, tossing and turning in the bright
moonlight that washed over him, the only image that came to his tired brain
repeatedly was the rag with the scrap missing. Could the Kurma man really be
the one who was haunting Ma Procop's zaboca tree? He wasn't even sure. Looking
at the old man hobble up the road that evening, it didn't seem likely. Still,
he liked to be thorough and decided that to ease his own conscience and to
clear the Kurma man he would have to investigate the situation. Slowly, he fell
into a restless, fitful sleep.
